Duan Qiqing immediately raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, and after making sure that she was not mistaken, she wanted to call the person in front of her again.

But Gu Yicheng, who was leading the way in front, disappeared!

Duan Qiqing: "??"

The night was cold and breezy, and as the breeze swept through the desolate long street, it also picked up some dead leaves on the ground.

At this moment, there was a "squeak" sound all around.

The sound came and went, like the sound of wire rubbing when it turned.

Duan Qiqing immediately raised her vigilance, but because the sound was too noisy, she couldn't tell where it came from for a while.

Soon, however, she noticed the red lanterns hanging above the gates of each house, swaying in the cold wind.

It's okay that it doesn't shake, but after a while, the side of the red lantern is gradually blown around, and the side of the white lantern behind it is gradually revealed.

This next paragraph, Qiqing was even more sure that he hadn't looked away.

The lantern that hangs above the gate of every house has two sides.

On one side is the red side that I saw at the beginning, and in the middle there is a word I don't know what it is.

On the other side, there was a white face, and Duan Qiqing still couldn't see what words were written in the middle.

Because the side of the white lantern was only half turned, a strange gust of wind was already blowing all over the street.

If nothing else, it's going to be an accident.

Duan Qiqing hurriedly looked to see if there was a place to hide nearby.

Can...... There wasn't even a small stone pier on the empty streets, except for the buildings with closed doors on both sides, so she couldn't say she was looking for a place to hide.

The wind blew harder, and the squeaky sound became more and more obvious.

Duan Qiqing also discovered at this time that the "squeaky" wire friction sound came from the lanterns hanging on the doors of every house.

What's even more strange is that no matter how violently the lantern shakes, the candle flame in the lantern doesn't even move.

If this was a normal candle flame, I am afraid it would have been extinguished by this gust of wind a long time ago.

Gradually, the candle flame in the lantern turned cyan......

Duan Qiqing frowned: "!!" The right eyelid also throbbed violently at this time.

She subconsciously took a step back, but her back suddenly pressed against someone's warm chest.

"Sister! Climb the wall and get in." A soft voice came from behind him.

After Duan Qiqing heard this, he didn't have time to look at the person behind him, and his eyes had already swept towards the house closest to him.

Looking at the fence in front of her, which was about two or three meters high, she couldn't help but show a trace of embarrassment on her face.

This seems to have a certain challenge for her height.

But in the next second, she saw that Yan He had already run to the bottom of the wall and squatted down.

"Sister, you stepped on my shoulder, I'll send you over." He urged the other party, and the posture was already set.

Duan Qiqing didn't ink, and stepped on Yan He's shoulders and easily climbed onto the wall of the courtyard of the house.

Just as she turned around, about to get Yan He up below, she saw that the latter had already retreated from the wall and was smiling at her.

"What are you doing here? Come here, I can pull you up." She seemed to have a premonition of what the other party was going to do, so she also frowned and urged the other party.

It's just that Yan He smiled and replied, "Sister, you hide it quickly, don't worry about me."

After saying this, he ran in the direction where Duan Qiqing had just come.

Duan Qiqing was about to speak, when he heard a low gong sound in the distance.

"Boom—"

The voice is deep and long.

Duan Qiqing also immediately followed the direction of the sound and saw a funeral procession walking out of the far end of the street.

Yellow paper money was thrown high, scattered in mid-air like a fireworks, and then fell all over the street.

Although it was a funeral procession, Duan Qiqing didn't hear the sound of crying.

And from this funeral procession, she also heard the sound of paper moving on everyone's body. It's as if everyone has a piece of paper on their body, and they make this sound when they walk.

What's going on?

At this time, the lanterns hanging outside the gates of every house have been turned into white lanterns.

The wind is no longer blowing.

The cyan candle flame reflects a blue light on the outer ring of the lantern.

However, with this quiet street, a strange painting style has been formed.

And Duan Qiqing also saw it clearly this time, the word written on the white lantern was the word "lay".

"Boom—"

Another gong sounded, directly pulling all of Duan Qiqing's thoughts back.

The funeral procession, which was still in the distance, appeared within five hundred meters of her at this moment.

Shocked, she quickly used her identity skills to disguise herself as a tile that was exactly the same as the bricks on the wall.

There were so many tiles to hide herself, which made her look less obtrusive.

However, the movement on the fence still attracted the idea of the funeral procession.

I saw that the person who was throwing banknotes in front of him suddenly stopped and looked at the wall where Duan Qiqing was located.

Duan Qiqing held his breath.

For a moment, she wondered if she was exposed.

Fortunately, the man quickly looked away, as if he didn't notice anything wrong, and continued to throw the banknotes in the basket.

Seeing this, Duan Qiqing's heart also silently breathed a sigh of relief.

After adjusting her mentality a little, her eyes could not shy away from looking at the funeral procession.

Just now, she had a brief intersection with the person who threw the banknotes, and their eyes crossed in mid-air.

Even though the other party's gaze was very hot, she still saw that the other party's eyes were as colorless as a dead person.

She was sure of that.

But as for why this is happening, that's what she's looking for now.

The funeral procession soon approached, and the back of the procession was littered with golden banknotes.

The street, which originally looked quite festive, instantly changed to a gloomy appearance.

And when Duan Qiqing saw the people of the funeral procession clearly, her mind was buzzing.

She could understand why these people had the sound of paper moving.

Because this whole funeral procession is full of paper people!

Even the "person" who had a line of sight with her just now was made of paper tie people.

No wonder when she met the other party's gaze, she saw a pair of blank, dead eyes.

However, the strange thing is that Duan Qiqing did not see any coffins in this funeral procession.

This......

Is it reasonable that there is no coffin in a funeral procession?

Duan Qiqing had just thought about it when the team in front of him stopped again......

The new assessment has appeared, and Tong Yue has the courage to use a wave of paper to ask for a wave of various tickets, hahahaha......

Love mud = 3=

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